Searching

"Some of us are looking searching for something to die for out there"



Haven't had one of these (dreams) for a long time. (And before anyone says it. No I wasnt drinking, smoking or eating food that upset my stomach, eating too late or anything like that)

There were children. Three of them, two boys and a girl to be exact. All under the age of 6, with the boys being darker than the girl. They looked familiar but I don't know whose kids they were, and none of them felt like my own.

They were on the floor in what appeared to be a relatively small West Indian style living room with big windows through which a generous amount of sun streamed. They were playing around when the girl stuck a disk into an object under the television which appeared to be a DVD player. Music streamed out, not sure what it was, but I was present and removed the disc saying it wasn't appropriate for kids.

Then I went searching for an appropriate cd and ended up opening the front door outside onto a veranda looking down at some car parked in front of the house. I got off the veranda somehow and it must have been my car cause I ended up in it digging into every crevice for a particular disc but I don't think I ever found it.

The dream shifted and I was back on the veranda with two elderly, very dignified looking, black persons with prominent cheek bones and their hair in various shades of gray. One person's hair was a lot more gray than the others but I cant remember if it was the man or the woman. All I remember is that it was more salt than pepper and it was a thick short afro. No names were given but I also knew that I knew them somehow.

They looked happy.

The dream blurs from there although I recognize that I spent much time hanging out on the veranda with these people but who were they? I still don't have a clue.

Fast forward and I'm leaving the same house in quite a rush. The veranda is empty and I'm fiddling with an iPod, at least I assume it was an iPod since I had white earphones, as I hit the street at a fast pace.

I walk quickly past a mature lady planting corn and say good morning. She was wearing a long colorful but not new skirt, something with a white background and tiny splotches of color possibly flowers. She had a hoe in hand and was digging intently into some very dark soil but as I walked further the soil changed to a browner color and I saw rows of holes in the soil at specific intervals which really didn't correspond with her digging. Plus I'm not sure how I knew she was planting corn but I knew even though I'm not sure that would be the way one would go about planting corn.

She said something to me as I sped past and continued speaking. I might have heard what she said but I think the music from the iPod made it difficult to catch all the words.

So I turned back and removed the headphones.

She spoke to me, exactly what was said is again a blur but she was either pointing or speaking about the veranda and so I looked back.

There I again saw the dignified old couple but I knew they were dead. They were sitting in nicely carved wooden furniture, which possibly had always been there on the veranda. It was the type of furniture with the woven bottoms that you used to be able to get from the blind workshop in Barbados. The couple was all skin and bones now and at points they were skeletons sort of like they do in Pirates of the Caribbean. (On another note do I need Disney's permission to have characters similar to the skeletons in Pirates of the Caribbean in my dream? I don't want to be accused of plagarizing my dream. I don't want them to shut down my dreams like they nullify that "Opal Mehta" girl's writing contract the other day. Next thing ya see a Disney slap a lil logo on me dream or a Disney Lawyer come into dreamland and close muh down. Cuhdear!)

The couple was not alone as various persons including myself appeared to sway in and out of the picture on the porch. Imagine my thoughts as dream me watched other dream me. The couples' bodies shifted between skin and bones and part skeleton at various irregular intervals but the other persons seemed alive. Everyone started dancing, a slow rhythmic swaying type of dance to some music which floated in like the notes of a flute. Then they were all singing. I couldn't actually connect the voices I heard to actual bodies but their mouths moved and words were heard. The song or rather the line they sang over and over was:

"Some of us are looking, searching for something to die for out there"